Post by devilsaint on Jun 13, 2015 13:12:02 GMT -8
OOC: I was going to post this near the deadline so it was actually at the end of the day, but I am in EST. I don't want to be up at 12 AM just to post an RP.
Alex Healy is standing on a platform above a crowd of fans all gathered around. You can barely see the Westfield mall in the corner. Healy is wearing an old pair of tights that reach down to his mid-thigh. Most of what can be seen is simply a purple smoke on a black base. Covering a portion of the top is a white shirt with a big red maple leaf in the middle. Inside of the maple leaf are the words "Canadian-Made Punk". The shirt is a clever rip-off of CM Punk's Best in the World shirt.
"I promised all of these fans who have come out to see me that they would see, quote, something special. For those of you who do not live in the San Fran area, allow me to explain what it is I am doing out here. We are all here today for an autograph signing and all proceeds from this event will be going directly to USF, that is the University of San Francisco, to create a scholarship that will help those bright students who aren't able to pay for university all by themselves." The crowd cheers. "So far we have raised over fifteen hundred dollars for this scholarship, and the day is not done yet." The crowd goes crazy over the amount of money that has been raised. Healy pumps the crowd up, being quite proud of the feat himself. He raises a hand up and signals a decrescendo. The crowd follows along and quiets down. "Now, I have promised something special, and that something special is what I am doing right now. I am here outside of the Westfield Center with all of these great fans, and they will able to witness with their own eyes what it is like to watch Alex Healy on the microphone."
Healy holds up a finger. "This is not how we start this though." He turns around. "Do you all know what to do?"
"YES! YES! YES!" The crowd chants while shooting their arms into the air.
"Allll-right then, let's do it!" Healy turns halfway so the crowd can see him counting down. "Hel-lo Canada and Healy fans in the United States and Newfoundland. My name is Alex Healy!" The crowd chants the entire opening with him. "And I am the man that is so far undefeated in GGW. Now pardon my ignorance, it there anyone else that is so far undefeated?" Healy shrugs and thinks of one name. "Well, I suppose there's Showtime. Aaand he isn't booked on the next show, so it looks like Alex Healy will be the only one who has won on every single Gold Rush event as of Monday." He turns his head slightly to the crowd. "In case you didn't know, I am facing two lovely looking ladies. One by the name of Demi Novakovic-" He turns his head back. "I hope I said that right." He turns back to the crowd. "And the other goes by the name Autumn Raven. Have you heard of her?" The crowd slightly boos. "Cool." He turns his head back. "So I am facing these two lovely ladies. One of which the GGW audience has yet to even hear from; a pity. The other, well... she raised a lot of questions and answered none. Like for example, who is she? What is she like? I honestly do not know whether to like or to hate her because all we've seen is her walking through the backstage at a show and saying that she wants to be the very best like no one ever was."
A tenor voice on the lower end of the register lets out a very exaggerated "HA!"
Alex Healy turns around. It is at this point you can read the back of his CM Punk shirt. It reads World's Best Wrestler in the World. "You're damn right Ha! I am very much glad you like it, sir." Healy turns back around with a smile on his face. "I know much more about Autumn Raven because I have actually heard from her. I'm going to talk about her for a while. So far she has said she is the 'best at what she does'. What that actually is no one knows. However, I am going to hazard a guess. Could it be... wrestling? Let's play on that assumption. Let's say you believe you are the best wrestler. We have ourselves an issue. I am the favourite wrestler of the favourite wrestler of your favourite wrestler. What I am basically saying is that I'm pretty decent inside the ring. One may even say great. As Kid Rock once wrote: it ain't bragging, motherfucker, if you back it up. I'm sure by now I have backed that up." Healy turns around. "What do you all think?" They cheer and Healy smiles wide. "There you have it. I don't mean to sound cruel, but all we can find about you is that you've been picked up by a big promotion." Healy looks to either side and wastes a few seconds. "That's it. That's all I have. You were trained by Shannon Moore. Don't misconstrue what I am saying. Shannon Moore is good, and was well ahead of his time. He helped shape the landscape for smaller wrestlers. What I am saying is that it means absolutely nothing because, again not to sound cruel, I have no idea who you are. What I know is what you have said last week. That is about it. You fly around the ring and are fast, or so you say. So what happens if I take you out at the knees? Do you have any defense to that at all. I'm not saying my tactics can be beat but-" he pauses. "-they have yet to be beat. I am adaptive, and I've faced people like you before. If I catch you, you better hope you can escape before you are hit by the Izzi Forge. But in the end, there is no hate, just love. Hopefully, you come at me like a competitor and not a mud slinger." He turns around. "Are you ready to finish this?" The crowd cheers. "Alll-right! Until next time you can find me @indydarling on the Twits. Like and subscribe to the Youtube channel you found this on. If you ever want to be involved in an event like this, I hope to do one every year. So come down and show your support. And of course, don't ever forget to feel the-" He pretends as if he is about to do an elbow strike. The crowd behind him does the same elbow strike.
"Booom, ba-bah!"
The crowd cheers it behind him. Healy smiles and nods approvingly as the screen fades to black.
"I promised all of these fans who have come out to see me that they would see, quote, something special. For those of you who do not live in the San Fran area, allow me to explain what it is I am doing out here. We are all here today for an autograph signing and all proceeds from this event will be going directly to USF, that is the University of San Francisco, to create a scholarship that will help those bright students who aren't able to pay for university all by themselves." The crowd cheers. "So far we have raised over fifteen hundred dollars for this scholarship, and the day is not done yet." The crowd goes crazy over the amount of money that has been raised. Healy pumps the crowd up, being quite proud of the feat himself. He raises a hand up and signals a decrescendo. The crowd follows along and quiets down. "Now, I have promised something special, and that something special is what I am doing right now. I am here outside of the Westfield Center with all of these great fans, and they will able to witness with their own eyes what it is like to watch Alex Healy on the microphone."
Healy holds up a finger. "This is not how we start this though." He turns around. "Do you all know what to do?"
"YES! YES! YES!" The crowd chants while shooting their arms into the air.
"Allll-right then, let's do it!" Healy turns halfway so the crowd can see him counting down. "Hel-lo Canada and Healy fans in the United States and Newfoundland. My name is Alex Healy!" The crowd chants the entire opening with him. "And I am the man that is so far undefeated in GGW. Now pardon my ignorance, it there anyone else that is so far undefeated?" Healy shrugs and thinks of one name. "Well, I suppose there's Showtime. Aaand he isn't booked on the next show, so it looks like Alex Healy will be the only one who has won on every single Gold Rush event as of Monday." He turns his head slightly to the crowd. "In case you didn't know, I am facing two lovely looking ladies. One by the name of Demi Novakovic-" He turns his head back. "I hope I said that right." He turns back to the crowd. "And the other goes by the name Autumn Raven. Have you heard of her?" The crowd slightly boos. "Cool." He turns his head back. "So I am facing these two lovely ladies. One of which the GGW audience has yet to even hear from; a pity. The other, well... she raised a lot of questions and answered none. Like for example, who is she? What is she like? I honestly do not know whether to like or to hate her because all we've seen is her walking through the backstage at a show and saying that she wants to be the very best like no one ever was."
A tenor voice on the lower end of the register lets out a very exaggerated "HA!"
Alex Healy turns around. It is at this point you can read the back of his CM Punk shirt. It reads World's Best Wrestler in the World. "You're damn right Ha! I am very much glad you like it, sir." Healy turns back around with a smile on his face. "I know much more about Autumn Raven because I have actually heard from her. I'm going to talk about her for a while. So far she has said she is the 'best at what she does'. What that actually is no one knows. However, I am going to hazard a guess. Could it be... wrestling? Let's play on that assumption. Let's say you believe you are the best wrestler. We have ourselves an issue. I am the favourite wrestler of the favourite wrestler of your favourite wrestler. What I am basically saying is that I'm pretty decent inside the ring. One may even say great. As Kid Rock once wrote: it ain't bragging, motherfucker, if you back it up. I'm sure by now I have backed that up." Healy turns around. "What do you all think?" They cheer and Healy smiles wide. "There you have it. I don't mean to sound cruel, but all we can find about you is that you've been picked up by a big promotion." Healy looks to either side and wastes a few seconds. "That's it. That's all I have. You were trained by Shannon Moore. Don't misconstrue what I am saying. Shannon Moore is good, and was well ahead of his time. He helped shape the landscape for smaller wrestlers. What I am saying is that it means absolutely nothing because, again not to sound cruel, I have no idea who you are. What I know is what you have said last week. That is about it. You fly around the ring and are fast, or so you say. So what happens if I take you out at the knees? Do you have any defense to that at all. I'm not saying my tactics can be beat but-" he pauses. "-they have yet to be beat. I am adaptive, and I've faced people like you before. If I catch you, you better hope you can escape before you are hit by the Izzi Forge. But in the end, there is no hate, just love. Hopefully, you come at me like a competitor and not a mud slinger." He turns around. "Are you ready to finish this?" The crowd cheers. "Alll-right! Until next time you can find me @indydarling on the Twits. Like and subscribe to the Youtube channel you found this on. If you ever want to be involved in an event like this, I hope to do one every year. So come down and show your support. And of course, don't ever forget to feel the-" He pretends as if he is about to do an elbow strike. The crowd behind him does the same elbow strike.
"Booom, ba-bah!"
The crowd cheers it behind him. Healy smiles and nods approvingly as the screen fades to black.